1. The Great Caroline Tit Epidemic of '82


    Date: 11/30/2014, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Voyeur, Author: Kinky_Kaps, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    after two fruitless weeks of helicopter searches. I would never have found the plane myself without reviewing the Geological Survey maps of the watershed feeding Parish Reservoir: the town's principal water supply. It was in a heavily forested canyon above that lake that Jim and I found the disintegrated DC-3, buried under brush and undergrowth. Based on its incredible level of destruction, we figure it must have hit the limestone cliff face above the canyon at well over 150 miles per hour. The sound of its impact and the flames of its demise were presumably extinguished by the storm's loud thunder and record breaking rainfall. A tattered cargo manifest we found in the remains of the cockpit indicated the plane's load of pharmaceuticals was headed for a d**g distributor in Columbia, South Carolina. Thousands of shattered d**g ampoules lay strewn in the wreckage, their mixture of liquid hormones slowly leaching away in the rainy Carolinas climate and into the municipal well that feeds the faucets in Coopers Gap. All the jigsaw puzzle pieces fit perfectly. It was the complex high-level mixture of estrogen, progesterone, and prolactin in the water supply that was converting the town's young women into precociously sexual beings, accelerating and extending their breast and genital development beyond normal bounds, and eventually converting their monstrous mammaries into non-stop milkspouts. It was also keeping them safely fuckable by being a naturally ingested form of birth ...
    control! The excessive hormonal intake levels also appeared to be what led to the monthly sexual mania - although we still wonder how the full moon is so precisely involved. --- I haven't been back to Maryland recently, but I understand from the television news reports that the National Institutes of Health are doing well without me. I returned there from my Coopers Gap assignment only long enough to file a negative report, assure them the problem wasn't life threatening, and give the institute my two-weeks notice. According to my crude calculations, it will be another generation or so before the hormonal levels in the water begin to diminish. In the meantime, it's clear that although this is an unusual epidemic, it's far from life threatening. After much discussion, Jim and I have decided to simply enjoy the situation while we can and let Mother Nature take her course. Jim and I have been medical partners for some time now and the locals seem to be soothed by the knowledge that there's a "big city doctor" in their midst, one who continues to devote many hours every week to helping his partner lovingly measure, examine, and photograph the growing patient load. As far as our joint medical practice goes, it's mostly simple country doctoring: neither of us will ever get rich, and our practice is at times a 24-hour-a-day obligation. What makes it all worthwhile is those five to seven nights each month that are devoted exclusively to providing our patients with physical relief from the ...
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